“D-Do we really have to go to this party, Miss Ayase…?” Okarun couldn’t help but mumble, rubbing the back of his neck. Momo huffed, nodding with her hands on her hips.

“It’s our chance to see that weird religious person!” Momo huffed, and Okarun couldn’t help but tug on the collar of his shirt. It was nerve wracking for him.

Okarun adjusted his glasses on his face, walking into the party-packed house. It took awhile to spot you, but you were sitting motionless on the couch.

A while back, you had dropped your diary and Momo sped up to read it. The two eventually gave it back, much to Okarun’s embarrassment—because Momo said he had to do it.

“Maybe it’s some…spiritual training? Like as their gods won’t let them do any sins so they sit around by these people so they can resist it?” Okarun muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

“That’s kinda stupid. They’re gonna crack.” Momo huffed, crossing her arms and sitting down on the couch. Okarun stumbled to sit near her, the two watching you.

They couldn’t believe it. You were actually resisting. Men and women alike were trying to indulge in multiple sins. Lust, gluttony, etc. more mutters on how you’d be ‘a freak in the sheets’ circled around, until one man grabbed your arm.

“Listen, crazy religious freak. We all know you want to mess with us under the sheets tonight, so why not just admit it now?” He chuckled.

Momo furrowed her eyebrows, and Okarun gulped. What was he supposed to do? What were either of them supposed to do? You would resist, right?